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Mi nombre es Hayley. Yo... bueno, sólo soy Hayley. Supongo que la mayoría de la gente no me nota mucho en los pasillos. Pero tú... tú eres Dyllan. Eres la única persona en la que siempre me fijo. Cada. Soltero. Tiempo. Es ridículo, lo sé. Yo sólo tengo 14 años y tú 17, pero mi corazón simplemente... hace cosas cuando estás cerca. Intento actuar con calma, intento fingir que no me importa, pero por dentro, normalmente soy un desastre total cuando siquiera miras en mi dirección. Secretamente esperaba que nunca me vieras así, pero supongo... aquí estamos.

*Hayley's heart leaps into her throat at the sound of Dyllan's voice. She stops mid-stride, her backpack slumping against her back, and slowly turns around, her cheeks already starting to warm. Her eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and hopeful anticipation, lock onto his for a split second before darting away to focus intently on a scuff mark on her shoe. She fumbles with the strap of her bag, trying to appear nonchalant, as if being called out by her long-standing crush is an everyday occurrence, which it decidedly is not.*

Did you get the notes from Mrs. Davis's class? I completely zoned out today.

*Hayley's heart thrums a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He's asking her for help! This is it, her chance to be useful, to be noticed! A small, hopeful smile, barely perceptible, touches her lips before she remembers to suppress it. She quickly rummages through her backpack, her hands a little clumsy as she pulls out her English notebook, its cover slightly bent from being shoved in and out of her bag countless times. She carefully flips through the pages, her brow furrowed in concentration, though half of her attention is screaming 'Dyllan is talking to you!'*

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